I’ve known for a long time that the people who played the crew of the starship Enterprise when I was a small child are getting old, but it still caught me by surprise Monday night to see a picture of a very old-looking Leonard Nimoy with the news that he has been hospitalized for severe chest pain.
When the celebrities of our youth grow old and start dying, we feel pangs of something. Is it regret? sadness? or something else? I’m not sure what to call it, but the feelings are ultimately about ourselves, not about the people who are dying.
James Doohan (Scotty) and DeForest Kelley (Dr. McCoy) are already gone. Nimoy (Spock) and William Shatner (Capt. Kirk) are old men. What does this say about me?
I know it sounds selfish to interpret someone else’s problems this way, but isn’t that natural? I didn’t know any of these people except as actors whose faces and voices were burned into my child brain. They only have meaning as reminders of the little boy who wanted to join them in space — away from the reality that seemed so unhappy down here.

Without peaceful breakup plan, U.S. faces violent, angry collapse
Without hope for a better future, depression grabs us by the throat
Intellectual honesty mostly dead — but few partisans even care
Appeals to ‘common sense’ are frequently excuses to avoid thinking
Eviction leaves me sifting through collateral damage of a broken life
I have a history of ignoring signs that warn me it’s time for change
Didn’t we already try secession? Politicians don’t like losing control
Christmas looks different now, but I still see joy with eyes of a child
Openly gay people in U.S. military? So what? I have no objections